The eastern sky was lit up by a dazzling golden light, and the trolls patrolling the border of Torvasa were about to shrink their defenses when an arrow appeared from the depths of the trees and instantly pierced the chest of the troll on the watchtower.

"Enemy attack!"

"It's an elf!"

......

Seeing countless petite figures appear in the dense forest in the distance, the troll who had been pierced through the heart by the arrow blew the horn with the last of his strength.

The long, low sound of trumpets pierced through the jungle and echoed through the mountains, and the great army of the far-travelers broke through the border line in an instant like a wave of gold and red.

The sheer numerical superiority of these troll hunters was powerless to resist, and the dexterous rangers were like sharp swords as they scurried towards Torvasa deep in the mountains.

"Crazy, crazy!" Villain and the rest of the mages hid in the middle of the army, his eyes widening as he watched the rangers ignore the fleeing troll headhunters and charge forward.

"This is not the same as the plan! What about your captain?" Extermination is a completely different concept from the siege of the war, and although Verrien was fighting with the army, it does not mean that he is unaware of the dangers of war.

Gathering fire spellcasters and commanders is a quick way to win wars, and each time a troll is let go, Verrien's unease grows stronger.

"Your Excellency is already waiting for us at the target location, we must break through Torvasa before the trolls organize their defenses, mage, speed up your speed!"

"No, it's deception! That's not what we said yesterday! It's not our job!"

"Mage, you have to adapt to the changes of war, and if you want to disobey military orders, I will gladly cut it first. ”

......

"Didn't you let you negotiate?!" The old witch doctor shouted in disbelief as he looked at the blood-stained fellow troll in front of him, "Why did this happen?"

"Elf, here......" As the troll spoke, the unstoppable blood flowed down his mouth, and he let out his last breath, and he shuddered and fell straight into a pool of blood.

"Damn, they don't care about this waste captive, these ruthless and unrighteous bastards!" the young witch doctor spat in the direction of Lotherma, then grabbed the axe at his waist and tried to step forward.

As soon as he stopped his impulsive son, the old witch doctor said, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to kill him, skin this waste, and show the elves that this is the price of recklessness!"

"No, this elf is still useful, we must use him to stall for time. ”

"Father, don't you understand? That Zumalosh guy has given us up! We're just bait! It's the outcast to attract those elven rangers!"

The old witch doctor was stunned, and the glimmer of hope in his heart could not help but waver as he watched his child glaring at him.

Shout!

The galloping arrow tore through the air, only to hear the sound of a cloth tearing, and a bloody arrow burst out from the center of the witch doctor's eyebrows.

Before the old troll could come to his senses, the notch that stretched from the cluster of arrows to the base of the feather bloomed with a dazzling orange glow.

"No!" the old witch doctor let out a heart-rending roar as the arrows that pierced his child burst into flames. The next moment, the wooden mask on the young witch doctor's face was instantly ignited by the flames, and under the scorching heat, the witch doctor who was hit by the flaming arrow fell to the ground with a wail.

In just a moment, the troll's breath of life turned to ashes.

The slender and clumsy arm stretched forward as fast as he could in his life, and the old witch doctor grabbed the young troll's corpse, and even the mask fell to the ground due to the amplitude of the movement, revealing an old face that had been almost split in half by the scar.

The two sturdy figures were clear in his dark brown eyes.

Lanloth hurled the six arcane missiles in his hand forward, only to hear a crisp sound, and a troll who had just turned around was instantly crushed to the bones of his body.

With a flash of light, the Blade of the Wind easily slashed off his head. Bathed in blood, Lanloth's breathing intensified again, and the scarlet streamer in his eyes seemed to have a tendency to deepen.

On the other side, Haduron pushed back the troll guards with several arrows, drawing his scimitar and slashing through Lothama's body.

"Drink!" roared in a low voice, and Lotherma used all her strength to break free from her restraints, and one rolled over and landed steadily. Pick up the longbow and shoot with arrows, and the whole set of actions is done in one go.

"My embarrassed captain, do you need help?" Hardulon slashed the troll in front of him, and Haduron came behind Lotherma, and the two leaned together in perfect understanding.

"Ahem, I was tricked by the voodoo tricks of these trolls, and those fogs affected my sanity and judgment......"

"Forget it, don't mention it, you'd better go and help that mage. Picking up the troll's dropped spear, Lotherma lunged out with a lunge.

Haduron set his eyes on Lanloth, who was seen to retreat under the troll warrior's attack. Despite the attack speed bonus, his strength and agility attributes are too low, and against these enemies with size advantages, Lanlos is at a great disadvantage.

The rage affects not only Lanlos's body, but more importantly, his emotions.

Damn bastard!

Passively made Lanloth's anger rise even more, and with a flick of his right foot, the elf boy pulled away, and a green light suddenly appeared in his scarlet eyes.

Evil energy burns!

Roar –

The hoarse roar was full of primal power, and Hadurun, who had wanted to step forward to help, couldn't help but stop where he was.

With a flash of light, only to hear a pop, a slender arm flew high, carrying a large slice of the troll's shoulder blades.

Before he could wail, the Blade of the Wind slashed through the air in a terrifying arc, and another headless corpse collapsed to the ground.

"Hey, brother, you swing your sword at a good angle and with great force, what kind of mage are you doing? Haduron slung the blade over his shoulder very casually, his amusing gaze constantly pacing back and forth over Lanroth.

"Not interested. Shaking off the blood from the Blade of the Wind, Lanloth ignored Haduron beside him and rushed towards his enemy with his sword.

"Hey, didn't you say you'd withdraw after saving people?"

"Plans have changed. With a single kick smashing the troll's toes, Lanlos flew high with his strength, and while the other party was wailing in pain, he threw his head back, and the Wind Blade easily left a scarlet blood line on the opponent's throat, "Now our mission is to ......"

"Kill these trolls!" the gushing blood poured down beside him like a torrential rain, and Lanloth's body was filled with blood. This ferocious feeling made Hadurun's heartbeat skip half a beat.

The "animal ......" hugged the young witch doctor's body tightly, and the old troll's gaze never took half a step off the other's distorted and scorched face, until a smear of blood belonging to the troll splattered on the back of his hand, and he finally looked at the three elves who were still comfortable in the troll encirclement.

"I want you to pay for your lives......"

"You all have to die!"

The blood that had been splashed on the back of his hand suddenly rattled as if it were boiling. I saw a rising air flow gradually surging around the old troll, and the next moment, this air flow suddenly became dim, and black energy quickly gathered in front of him.

"Giggles, you chose us anyway. The two dry palms composed of the Shadow Ability slowly opened in opposite directions, and the space was like a torn cloth, and a pitch-black portal gradually appeared in the air.

"Except my son, the rest of the souls are at your disposal. The old troll's cloudy eyes showed no emotion, and only when his gaze was fixed on the elves could he see a hint of a fluctuation.

Hate, endless resentment!

"I just want their lives!"

Leather briefs, bandeau tops, extremely hot outfits expose large swaths of snow-white and pink skin to the air, small black fleshy wings gently fluttering, curved horns, hoof-like calves, and a curious appearance exudes a charm that makes people can't take their eyes off.

Succubus ......

For revenge, the old witch doctor chose to bow to the power that had been spurned by himself and the gods.

"As you wish. Drawing a long black whip from her waist, a loud sound of breaking the air pierced the sky, and the corpses on the battlefield continued to gather white energy towards the succubus, and two brownish and green vortices quickly appeared on either side of her.

Roar——!

The beast's roar was deafening, and two ugly four-legged monsters burst out of the portal in an instant.

It's the Hellhound!

Although under the influence of the rage, Lanlos rarely thought about anything other than fighting the enemy, but under the stimulation of such a strong and pungent smell of evil energy, the elven boy inexplicably calmed down.

"Bite them to death!"

With the succubus' command, the two hellhounds roared and charged at the three elves.